Dark Magic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness that had once choked the life from the forest. Drax, cornered and desperate, unleashed a devastating spell. The ground trembled, and the air crackled with an energy that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. A wave of dark magic washed over them, and Xienma felt a sudden, overwhelming connection to something ancient and powerful. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

Not dead, just unconscious. "How long do you think that will last?" Cyra asked and extended an arm towards me. I took it graciously and slumped into her. My body trembled enough that one might think I had a cold. Jerking so much power from my heart so quickly could be the death of me. Of any youngling. It took years of practice to summon magic so deadly in a matter of seconds. Especially when you possess not just one elemental power, but two. Two total opposite elements.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

When it was seeming like they had been caught, they finally teleported away, I created a storm wind that blew the archers and their arrows away I then teleported back to the cave to attend to my injury. I removed the arrow, chanted some healing spell but it wasn't working The arrow had Been corrupted by black magic. And the only magic that could defeat dark magic was light magic, and the only person in this world that has such powers was lena, the more reason why the dark figure has to make sure he erases lena from the face of the earth. he might even have a better plan of corrupting her light. If he succeeds in corrupting Lena's light she would be the most formidable dark magic wielder the

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

After few tense seconds where Willow peeked into the room and checked if the vampire is still bound, Brenda said, "there is something here" "Oh my god!" "What?" "There is something on dark rituals" "Dark magic? Isn't it forbidden" "Yes. But not everyone follows the rules. It says if the mage or witch sacrifices a supernatural on that day, that person will gain its power" "But they can normally gain power by other means. What's so special about it?" "They will become immortal, Willow" "Fuck!" Willow swore. It seems that all she is doing lately is swearing. "Not only that" "There is more?"

My heart felt heavy with anticipation and desperation. I’d been waiting a long time for this moment. Raising a hand, I knock on the weathered door, its surface adorned with symbols and sigils that pulsed with otherworldly energy. The hair along my arms rises as my knuckles rap against the wood. The door creaks open, revealing the interior shrouded in dim candlelight. Stepping inside, I find myself in a familiar room filled with an assortment of herbs, potions, and artifacts. The air is thick with the scent of incense, seeming to almost hum with a mysterious power. My wolf growls softly, the hair on the back of my neck rising.

I had no intention of using the spells within, but if I could learn everything possible about dark magic, then perhaps I could see the signs before walking blindly into a massacre. Hours ticked by, and the longer I stayed in that room, the more I realized that the dark magic wasn’t affecting me as it should have been. I skimmed through a book of spells, noting the ingredients and strange chants. Most of them called for some type of blood. Some wanted you to sprinkle it on the earth or ingest it, while others wanted you to paint twisted symbols onto your body. One in particular caught my eye. I dog-eared the page and set the book aside to skim later. The book I was currently opening was large

But now that, was going to change. As blood trickled from my lip, I felt the familiar cold embrace of my darkness. But this time, instead of rejecting it, I welcomed it. As I embraced it, my senses heightened, my eyesight sharpening unnaturally. And as the coldness travelled down my arms, black veins started to appear, the consequenting mark of my dark magic. The girls froze as they saw the transformation, their eyes widening in terror. Good, they should be afraid.

I grit my teeth angrily. I can feel his right hand man pointing the trigger at me. My body turns solid cold, they look like they shoot for a living. It's better if I don't annoy them. “I am the host of this party.” He says with a cocky smile, his eyes suddenly turning cold. “Don’t try using your mind-link to call anyone, because well your powers won’t work here. It’s coated with dark magic.” Dark magic is a sort of magic that only rare witches possess. As always, it's mainly used for evil. Dark magic is strong and powerful, it isn't even the least of witches' powers combined. Dark magic can also be used to resist werewolves' powers.